Every time someone mentions Panera I laugh. We went to one in Iowa City once, my mother in law, Becky and me. We sat down and Becky pitched a fit because there was just nothing there that she could possibly eat. This was quite a few years ago. She just carried on and I think she even cried.
Grandma is sitting there saying, in the sappiest grandma voice you can imagine, 'Honey, where do you want to go? We'll go wherever you want. We just want you to be happy.'
And I'm going 'Are you fucking kidding me? I will not take her wherever she wants. She can certainly find something here to eat.'
I still tease Becky about that all the time. When she complains I say, 'Well hoooonnneeyyy, we just want you to be happppy.'
She has since grown into food like that and can eat there without a problem.